Chapter 13

Ariana

Brit is crazy, I tell y'all. The Cabin? Now she's tryna murder someone. Oh my God.

"Brit, that wasn't cool at all. You can't just go around threatening people."

"Mmm, sure I can. I just did."

"I'm telling you, watch it."

"Or else what? Pussy."

"I pretty sure you don't wanna test me."

"Oh yes I am."

"Okay, you guys should just stop. Brit is all scary and shit, but angry Matt is much more scary. I guess it's true what they say—the most playful ones are the scariest when they're angry. Or whatever."

Matt shot me a look that was half amused, half threatening. I decided to keep my mouth shut after that.

Anyways, back to what we're here for.

"Yeah, where does the douche hang out?" Matt asked, cracking his knuckles like he was about to go to war.

"The gym," I said, giving them a duh look. They still seemed confused though.

"Captain of the baseball team?" Brit asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Baseball? Do you even like baseball?" Matt scoffed.

"The things we do for love. Well, at least it's a sport. I couldn't go for regular."

"Look where it got you," Brit muttered under her breath.

"Heyyyy!"

"Enough talking. Let's move," Matt commanded, and for once, even Brit listened.

We got to the gym safely. So much for my sibs being popular and whatnot. The hallways were eerily quiet, and I could feel the stares burning into the back of my head. Everyone was probably still recovering from my princess entrance earlier. Little did they know, the real show was about to begin.

Bang!! There went the door. So much for the dramatic entrance.

And there they were. The adulterous couple, acting all lovey-dovey like they hadn't just shattered my world a few days ago. Davis had his arm wrapped around Sandra's waist, and she was giggling at something he said. Disgusting.

Sob. There goes me. Let the show begin.

They weren't the only people there, but anything for my revenge. No remorse. It's like they were trying to rub it in, parading around like they were some power couple. Davis didn't even have the decency to look guilty. If anything, he looked... proud.

Everyone in the gym froze when they saw us. Not just scared—terrified. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide. Some of them even started backing away slowly. I nearly fell though—Brit had to hold me up. My legs felt like jelly, but I couldn't show weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.

"There they are!" I cried out, pointing a trembling finger at the happy couple.

Oh look, what we have here. It's poor old Davis.

Davis turned around, and for a split second, I saw something flash in his eyes. Panic? Regret? No—it was annoyance. Like I was interrupting his precious little date. Sandra clung to his arm like a lifeline, her stupid hair twirled around her finger like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Ariana," Davis said, his voice dripping with fake concern. "What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like, you cheating bastard?" Matt stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. I'd never seen him like this before. His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by something cold and calculating.

"Whoa, whoa, let's all calm down," Davis said, raising his hands in surrender. But I could see his eyes darting around the room, looking for an exit. He was scared. Good.

"Calm down?" Brit laughed, and it was the most terrifying sound I'd ever heard. "You broke my sister's heart, cheated on her, made her feel worthless, and you want us to calm down?" That question accompanied by a heavy punch that sent Davis stumbling backward.

"Look, I didn't mean—"

"Didn't mean what? To get caught?" I finally spoke up, my voice steady now. The trembling was gone. In its place was something colder. Sharper. "You said I wasn't good enough. You said I was useless. You made me feel like I was nothing. And then you paraded around with her like I never existed."

Sandra scoffed, twirling her hair again. "Maybe if you weren't so crazy, he wouldn't have—"

Before she could finish, Matt was in her face. "Finish that sentence. I dare you."

Sandra shrunk back, her confidence evaporating instantly. Davis tried to step in, but Brit blocked him with a single glare.

"Here's what's going to happen," Brit said, her voice eerily calm. "You're going to stay away from my sister. You're going to pretend she doesn't exist. And if I ever see you near her again—" She paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "Let's just say you'll be visiting the cabin."

The color drained from Davis's face. Even Sandra looked terrified. I knew what the cabin was, but I was starting to think I didn't want to find out.

Davis nodded frantically, grabbing Sandra's hand and pulling her toward the exit. But before they could leave, I stepped forward.

"Davis," I called out, my voice dripping with authority.

He turned, his eyes wide with fear.

"You made a big mistake. You think breaking up with me was the worst thing that could happen to you? No. The worst thing is that you had me. And you lost me. And now you have to live with that."

I smiled, and for the first time in days, it felt genuine. It wasn't a performance. It wasn't a mask. It was real.

"I hope she's worth it. Because trust me—what you had with me? You'll never find that again."

And with that, they fled like the cowards they were.

Matt, Brit, and I stood in the middle of the gym, surrounded by stunned onlookers. No one said a word. No one dared.

"Now that's how you handle trash," Matt said, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

Brit smiled, her earlier fury melting into something softer. "You okay, little sis?"

I nodded, and for the first time in days, I actually meant it. "I'm better than okay. I'm me again."

Because that's who I am. Ariana Kings. The Reaper's Angel. And I don't break. I don't beg. I rise.

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A/N

Yes, I know I'm late. But I came back with DRAMA. 😏

What do you think? Did Ariana get her revenge? Is Davis gone for good?

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